"You... froze me." Sherlock looked at him skeptically. Yes, he had seen the man conjure fire from out of nowhere, but that could have been a parlor trick that he didn't catch. This.. it was something much more.

"You are telling me that you froze time.. in this room only I assume, so that you and Greg... Galahad, could have a conversation with him, and tell him that he is the descendant of Galahad." He shook his head. This was all just too much to believe, and he was getting more and more skeptical by the moment now. He had tried to humor John, but this was just too much.

"And I assume he... took it well?" Would someone like Greg even believe it?